Unruly Curls

Look deeply into my roots and see that my curls are unruly.

My curls define me

Curled to perfection

Every kink and coil

Each designed to fit me

Tell a story of my well-being

My hair is my destiny

My heritage twisted into


Moisturize and detangle

The pain and trials

My ancestors went through

Brush back the harsh realities

Of a society that so boldly rejects my culture, my ethnicity

My curl pattern won't be held down

Or matted to my scalp

For the pleasure of others.

Spirals are meant to be


Knotted up is not my cup of tea

So sip on these curls and

Learn to accept me.


This poem is about: 
My country


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